Heather

by

Diane Klammer

Lovely feather flower
Your parents call Heather
I first saw you snuggled tiny in the back seat

Somewhere in a country
You don’t know
You cover the hills purple

I was voyeur to your spurts
Of angles and curves
You didn’t stay small long

You breathed athletics
Bounced through childhood
On a basketball

Now you shut the lid on teen age frenzy
You become an adventurer
With an agenda for some unnamed journey

You graduate triumphant
Turn eighteen like a Ferris wheel
With an itch to roll on

Spin your life into love
Collect buckets of success
Shape time into accomplishments

Stay close to those you love
Be able to sink back home
When the road dust wears on you

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Pristine
by: Sean Cafferky
from: Houston, TX, US

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